This morning, after getting up and getting a Yoohoo and yogurt for breakfast, he told me he had a bad dream. I asked him to tell me about it, so he did!
- B: It was SCARY! The wind blow me like this - whooossssh (arm outstretched with hand flying overhead).
- H: Where did the wind blow you?
- B: It blow me in the dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark. (with each "dark" he crouched lower and lower)
- H: Oh, goodness! I'm sorry it was dark. What happened next?
- B: A bear in the street! Big bear (standing with arms outstretched and on toes). Him have big arms, and big eyes, and big hair, and big mouth, and big nose, and big neck, and big head, and big shoulders, and big tummy, and big legs, and big butt. (he touched each part on himself as he named it) Him chase me fast, fast, fast, fast, faster. (arms pumping while saying fast) Police car come to chase bear away. Tie him up with rope (arm circling overhead like holding a lasso then wrapped imaginary rope around own arm) and take him away. I safe now (hugged self).
- H: WOW! That's quite a dream. I'm so glad you're safe.
- B: Yes. (off to play cars now...)
I couldn't believe how animated he was! I like this kind of dream, even if it was scary, much better than the ones where he wakes up and is inconsolable.
